Well folks---the iron woodsman went to the smelter today! Been feeling poorly with a lung infection and after being up about an hour, taking a shower, and sitting back down the Vicks wouldnt work anymore. I sounded like I was about to die. I felt like I was about to die. The local medical office could not possibly move fast enough --- even though they put me forward for care. If any of the triage decision-makers ever had a lung not working and stars floating before their eyes, their protocol would instantly change! Good news was a caring and down-to-earth MD who looked me over good. He said, If your husband feels bad again before this day is over, take him quick to the hospital. With the look in his eye, I knew my jig was up and I must be a good and obedient patient IMMEDIATELY. I have been looking for someone in Internal Medicine to take the place of my Dr. back in Rocky Mount. All the local practices are not taking patients, but one of the physicians in this group will take me on. He has roots in the Lumbee Indian Tribe around Fairmont, NC. What could be better --- native American blood lines / mystical healing powers / trained in modern medicine. I think I have had the worst --- and it produced the best care for me. Told you God was watching over us!!!!! By the way = too good to pass up = the Dr. handed Lonya a copy of his typed report. In medical short-hand it said something about SOB. Either it stands for sweet old Baptist or Dr. Sheldon knows me better than I thought!
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 20:11:46 +0000
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